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Raid!
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Raid! was released on March 16, 2004 by Brassland as a part of the album High Heart & Low Estate
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Release DateMarch 16, 2004
LabelBrassland
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM116

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

Lyrics

Right smack in the depth of your soul
You'll find a core, the purity of which
Is begging to start you from the front
Bang, the gun goes off
The run is weak and you've barely left your seat
Meanwhile, these iniquities are knocking on your doors
Knocking on your doors
So make a date with a trainer who will
Teach you to box your way out of nowhere
Find a place with a tiger that will
Frighten you into fearing appearing
However you do it
Make sure that you travel light years away from here
Then come back full circle
And prove to me you've learned something outside of your shortcomings
Your shortcomings, alright?
Can't stand to wait the wait
Force yourself to get undressed
Be naked and a tad irate
Solutions to your hopelessness
Motion and a luxury
Taking only what you need
Appropriately hungry
Loosen these shackles and be
Can't stand to wait the wait
Force yourself to get undressed
Be naked and a tad irate
Solutions to your hopelessness
Motion and a luxury
Taking only what you need
Appropriately hungry
Loosen these shackles and be free
Get your shit
Be out the door
Let several more
Be down with it
Be on a truck
Be on a train
Be on a plane
And run amok
You're nervous one
And fear has none
And fear no one
And get the hell on
And get the hell on
And get the hell on
And get the hell on
And get the hell on
And get the hell on
And get the hell on
And get the hell on
And get the hell on
Fun funny, it's funny, a raid on your heart
Fun funny, it's funny, a raid on your soul
Run running, a-running away out of the mire
Right out of the freezing and into the fire
Fun funny, it's funny, a raid on your heart
Fun funny, it's funny, a raid on your soul
Run running, a-running away out of the mire
Right out of the freezing and into the fire
Right smack in the depth of your soul
You'll find a core, the purity of which
Is begging to start you from the front
Bang, the gun goes off
The run is weak and you've barely left your seat
Meanwhile, these iniquities are knocking on your doors
Written by: Ethan H Marunas
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